Chapter 6 - Intoxication "Women laugh and cackle in drink They warn and say Love stories are for fools"   Why is it so hard for some people to believe in love at first sight? To believe that there is that one person out there?  To admit that maybe, just maybe we have a cosmic, spiritual connection to others?  Is it really so hard for some and so easy for others? After a divorce one of two things happens.  You either try so hard to overcome the disillusionment of love lost that you look too hard for it and confuse yourself out of conscienceless, or you become bitter and vow to never let yourself fall victim to “love” again. The rationale given to the prior is that a “convincing” occurs resulting in a proclamation that only those scorned so deeply become bitter, and therefore it is they are somehow not in touch with the real beauty in the world.  When in truth it is the embittered that have become wise and are truly in a position to warn and say “love stories are for fools!” Experience is the best way in which to avoid such mistakes from happening again.  That is if the mistake was a brutal, piercing, a deep multi-tissue layered burn.  Not a first degree or a measly second degree burn, but a severe skin graphing third degree burn! Then and only then will the victim of love truly get it through their “Polly Purebred, the world is a bed of roses” head! The laughter on the train awakened her back to reality when one of the sisters asked her again what she was doing on a train bound for Indianapolis so late in the night.  As she proceeded to tell her story, wanting nothing more than to share the beauty of it all, she found herself up against a “warning wall” unable to convince the obstinate veterans of love that she knew what she was doing.  They wanted to stop the train and make someone drive her back home. So much so that they insisted that she hangs on to their contact information.  They were convinced that he would not be there, that she was making a huge mistake. The sisters tried to share some of their beer to take the edge off.  She assured them that she was not in the least bit concerned, that she was growing quite accustomed to adventure and was ready to just get it over with.  The torment of the past year needed to come to an end.  It was now or never.  “How did it all happen?  How can one be taken in so easily?  Is it possible for a person to fall in love with a picture, to meet up with that one person out of millions that would just know exactly what to say, how to say it and know when to act?  Isn’t there something more than just happenchance?  Could the sisters be right and she is just a fool, an idiot to believe in something so much more than logic and reality?  Did she honestly have to be hurt so severely just to understand that love and all that it boasts is the biggest fraud ever perpetrated by humankind?” Her heart was heavy, she was lost. All she wanted was for her heart to stop hurting, to feel loved by the one she truly wanted all along.  She was going to hold on to their information and in twenty years as she was walking down a path,(the path he wrote about poetically) hand in hand with him, she would look at that information and prove to those cackling women intoxicated by bitterness and lies that she was right all along.